WingedRivers (wingedrivers) wrote in yoursecondlife, @ 2011-08-26 20:13:00 |
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Current music: | FictionJunction - Toki no Mukou, Maboroshi no Sora |
Double Whammy (Chapter 12)
Holy carp! Time for a recap!
In order of death: Elly, Samuel Jones, Vaughn, Melbourne, Arafel, Esme and...
-Second Life is where some characters are selected and given a second chance after they died (whether they morally redeemed themselves at death, were pure of heart, or their lives ended too soon; the characters themselves do not know this, but whoever brought them to this place does).
-Vaughn and Samuel Jones don't quite get along, they fight almost constantly which is a stress on Elly (she's kind of like the unofficial head honcho).
-Arafel came into the Second Life as the very first non-human and, being a bit of an annoyance to some, questioned everyone about how they died (this was met with mixed results).
-Elly showed some signs of social withdrawl, but with a few words from Vaughn she reminded herself that he's a jerk and she can do what she want without being labelled.
-Eventually peace came around, but then another person showed up- one who didn't mind being dead! She's caught Vaughn's eye, but she might not return his feelings. This gives Samuel Jones hope that Vaughn will back off of Elly to persue Esme, leaving Samuel Jones a chance with Elly.
-Melbourne is feeling a bit anxious around Arafel now, as she's being creepily demonstrative and invading his personal space. It's revealed that he is cutting himself, but was it a habit that started here in Second Life or something drawn over from when he was alive?
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Vaughn: Why oh why aren't you filled with real liquor? I'm getting tired of wishing for you...
Vaughn: Hey, so, not that I mind or anything, but how long are you gonna keep looking at that mirror?
Esme: Heh! Like you use it, Vaughn! I don't know, probably a bit more. I found this boss wardrobe that has all these clothes that might fit me. I want to try-
Esme: Augh! *woozy* Wha...?
*thunk*
Vaughn: WHOA. Intense! Agh... This isn't like before...
Esme: Before? Start talking, honey, 'cause this is really rattling my cage!
Vaughn: 'Kay, this is going to sound weirder than your weird slang, but here's the deal; when someone is about to join us here, we all get this odd feeling. 'Cept this time it's a helluva lot more intense. I'm actually feeling sick...
Esme: Some way to tell us! What are you...?
Vaughn: C'mon... We gotta go find Elly. We usually group together when this happens... ugh...
~*~ A dizzying walk later ~*~
Elly: So is everyone here? Wait, where is Melbourne and Arafel?
Samuel Jones: I don't know. I can't really find them.
Vaughn: Bleh. Who cares? It's not like we're a welcoming comittee or something...
Esme: Well, we're here at least. Sooo...?
Elly: Ah, yes. You've never felt this. Usually when-
Esme: Yeah, Vaughn explained it to me. I think it's a real cheap way to let us know someone's coming!
Samuel Jones: At least it gets our attention?
Vaughn: Fuck your attention! Why the hell does it happen like this anyway?! Look, it's probably something different. We probably screwed up somehow and now we're about to die... Again.
Esme: Hey now! I just got here! I don't wanna die again!
Elly: Please. Calm down, the both of you. We know that when the back of our heads feel light and tingly, someone's coming. This... nausea must be because of how intense it is. I honestly believe that we should not jump to conclusions.
Samuel Jone: Yeah, Elly's right guys.
Vaughn: Of course you think Elly's right, you wanna-
Elly: WE shall split up to find whoever is coming. Esme, you and I shall search the upper floors while the boys check the lower floors.
Samuel Jones: D: Aw man.
Elly: If you happen to locate either Melbourne or Arafel, inform them of what is going on. They may be able to find the newcomer before either group. Remember to be as open-minded and welcoming. We all remember what it's like to suddenly find yourself here.
Vaughn: *in a mocking tone* We should all be open-minded and welcoming. Fuck that; if it has an awesome rack, I'm going for it.
Vaughn: C'mon, shorty, hurry up.
Samuel Jones: *wheeze* Why don't you *wheeze* shut...
Samuel Jone: UP! *pant* OMIGAWDINEVERWANNADOTHOSESTAIRSAGAIN.
Vaughn: MAN, you are such a puss. If only I were with Esme... Or even Elly... I could at least stare at them while they were going up the stairs. Instead, I gotta wait for your lazy ass...
Samuel Jones: Hey! Look, just 'cause you don't feel good that doesn't mean you should be your royal jerkness. Ease up a bit, man.
Vaughn: Ease up?! Fuck you! I feel like I'm gonna blow chunks here and I don't even have a decent reason to! Maybe if I pound in your face you'll stop with that "Ooh, Elly is right in everything" shit!
Samuel Jones: Oh, oh really now?! Well, c'mon! I'll throw you down these stairs faster than you can even think, you lumbering jerkface!
Vaughn: Ugh, you're not even worth it, shrimp. Go fuck yourself somewhere else.
Samuel Jones: What. A. JERKFACE. >(
Esme: Oh, honey, I got to thank you. Just the thought of wandering around with Vaughn oogling me makes me feel even sicker...
Elly: *chuckles* I know how you feel...
Elly: Though I do have a small confession to make...
Elly: Samuel Jones can be slightly trying on the nerves. He does mean well, but at times he can be rather suffocating.
Esme: Ha ha! So you DO have a bad side! I knew you weren't just a straight.
Elly: Heh, thank you... I think...
Esme: So what'll the new person be like? Maybe it'll be some kind of alien with green skin and four eyes!
Elly: Oh, well, I will admit, that thought had never crossed my mind. I've always just assumed human-like, er, people will come. It would be rather interesting to see someone as different as that, however.
Esme: Well, I can te-
Elly & Esme: Oh.
Elly: Two?! No wonder we felt so ill! I guess the effects doubled be... cause... *notices something about one of the women*
Esme: Oh! Elly, it looks like the girl over here is alright. No scrapes or bruises or anything. What about the other girl? Elly?
Esme: Elly? A-Are you... crying?
Elly: *is currently sobbing uncontrollably* How... how can this be?
Esme: Elly, honey, what's wrong?
Elly: Esme... Th-This woman...
Elly: She's my twin sister...
Oh ho ho?!?! Thanks for reading!